Three days ago, we had the 42nd reunion of Paradise National High School Batch 1984. Despite our age, I consider meeting batchmates after forty years a rare privilege, not only because of the bond we made, but also because such a meeting reminds us precious memories we enjoyed when we were still teenagers.

Now, that most of us have reached our senior years, it is amazing to witness that age-old leadership and talents are still there. Comparing to previous reunions, I see this past reunion as more vibrant and celebratory, clueless as to the cause of it, or perhaps, I am subjective in my judgement. Nevertheless, seeing the laughter and hearing long-forgotten jokes and stories, make such a gathering memorable and heart-warming.
After more than four decades, many of our colleagues already passed away. A few are now stricken by physical deterioration and unwanted trials, which are inescapable painful reality of being alive.
At this important event, the social barriers of adolescence have long since dissolved, replaced by a deep, authentic appreciation for the journey everyone has taken. Whether sharing stories of career triumphs, family milestones, or the simple resilience required to navigate life's challenges, the reunion serves as a powerful reminder of the enduring bonds formed in those formative years. It is a celebration not just of a shared education, but of a collective lifetime of growth and the comforting realization that, despite the passage of time, the essence of those early friendships remains remarkably unchanged.
In this article, I just want to share my story, which I believe will be appreciated by my batchmates. I intend to share this article in our Facebook group chat.
Let me start with how I find the direction to go the venue. The first thing I did was to google 112 Lambakin.

I was surprised to see that there was a route via Skyline. That name was familiar to me. I asked my mother if there is public transport from Skyline to Lambakin. She said she doesn't know. I contacted Rommel, and he informed me that he had already made a prior arrangement with Pareng Jerry about their meeting place.
The next day, when we failed to contact Pareng Jerry, Rommel and I decided to go to the venue using public transport. I find the map below very useful. Nhelia also gave me the exact location—the Arcadio Francisco residence.

Arriving at the venue, we found Nhelia and Josie. We were among the early birds. Rommel and I were the second and third on the list.
After a few minutes, our other batchmates arrived. We took photos of those who arrived early.



A walk down memory lane. Seeing photos from our reunion 17 years ago reminded us of how far we’ve come—and that we’ve managed to keep our smiles just as bright. To decorate the place, Nhelia hung some old pictures.
This is our second reunion. That was 17 years ago. I think I was 41 at that time.

I forgot the exact year of this reunion. Our hair was still black; we were still young. We're happy to see Merlita Campos. I think two in the above photo were already gone.
The flowers.


The gift and souvenirs.


The painting.

Nhelia bought it somewhere.
The photo booth.

This miracle fruit caught my attention. I mistakenly thought it was Pomelo. It was my first time to hear such a fruit. I was told it was medicinal.

A feast fit for a 42nd anniversary!
Wine.

Main course.








I love eggplant and okra with anchovies. As I get older, I become more cautious in the food I eat. I prefer vegies and fruits.

Side dish.


Desserts



Congratulations to Erning for bagging the grand prize! A huge thank you to our batchmates abroad for their generosity in making the raffle so exciting.

Proof that the rhythm never leaves you! Daisy and the group showed us that Batch '84 still has all the best moves

The man in front with the hat is Olit, our new president.

The early ladies. It's great to see their smiles.

Pearly, my "cousin," Ana Marie, and Josie.

Erning and Pangke.

Pangke and his wife.

Kuya Pons

Daisy, Pangke, and Jerry.

Daisy, Sylvia, and Josie.

Daisy, Marce, and Lydia. I almost did not recognize Lydia. I am happy to see her.

Daisy, Rommel, and me.

Nhelia, Gina, me, and the other ladies.

Daisy, Flora, Jerry, Eduardo, and Rolly.

The ladies.

And the men.


As I look back on our 42nd reunion, I am filled with an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Meeting all of you again isn't just a social event; it is a rare privilege that I cherish deeply. To Nhelia and the team, a heartfelt gratitude for your service of love to prepare the venue, beautiful decorations, and the delicious food. To our batchmates overseas who sent prizes and well-wishes—your presence was felt across the miles.
Time has brought us many changes, some of them difficult, but seeing the laughter and hearing the same old jokes reminded me that our bond is timeless. We have reached our senior years with our talents and leadership intact, and more importantly, with a deeper appreciation for one another.
Let us continue to look out for each other, hold our memories dear, and celebrate the gift of being alive and together. Until our next gathering, stay healthy and keep the spirit of 1984 alive!
42 years is pretty amazing... Here we have never gathered after school with each other, everyone went for its life
We were the pioneers in that school, and there are too many precious memories we shared.